Strawberries and Cream

This was written for wittyilynamed's threesome contest on livejournal. I hope you like it! The Tamakara triplets belong to me and kiramekineko(Ryokou and Takira are mine, and Kenji is hers).

You can also find this here: http://moonchild10.livejournal.com/21853.html

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Breath hitching in his throat at the sudden touch on his bare back, Takira twisted around slightly to gain a better view of his triplet. Kenji was stationed behind him, propped up lazily on the pillows, his fingertips trailing idly over the skin of Takira‘s back. His naked body glistened lightly in the sunlight that streamed through the windows, skin flushed pink. Ryokou, the third of the triplets, was stretched out across Kenji’s chest, kissing languidly at his neck and inducing soft moans from the dark-haired boy. His gleaming blonde hair and Kenji’s short dark hair were messier than usual, mussed by the intensity of the foreplay.

Seeing his two brothers naked in such a state of arousal lit a fire somewhere deep within Takira. It was strange to think that a few years ago the idea of being attracted to them was foreign. Now, the very thought of not becoming flushed with arousal at the sight of their bare skin was unthinkable. Takira watched as Ryokou moved to Kenji’s nipple, licking it with a maddening slowness and then taking the small, hard bead into his mouth and sucking it gently. A groan escaped Takira’s lips at his arousal… it was becoming too much to bear. He raised a carefully plucked eyebrow at the two of them, placing a hand on his own forehead as he swooned. Strands of his chin-length blonde hair stuck to his hand, damp from sweat.

“I feel so neglected,” he whined melodramatically, pouting. “Why are you two there enjoying such a deep moment of brotherly love while I’m here in the cold, all alone?”

Rolling his eyes, Kenji sighed. “Takira--”

“No, go on with your deep, passionate moment! I’ll be fine! I’ll just sit here, excluded from all that I have sorely desired since I stepped from my bed this morn--” he was cut off as Kenji reached across the gap between them and pulled him down into the tangle of arms and legs that made up his brothers. Kenji brought his lips to Takira’s roughly, and he automatically responded hungrily, nibbling at Kenji’s bottom lip before plunging his tongue deep into the warm cavern of his brother’s mouth.

“We didn’t mean to exclude you, Taki-chan,” Ryokou’s voice was slightly muffled by the renewed stirrings of arousal that flared up as Takira lapped at Kenji’s tongue, breathless and mad with delight. It was a desperate, almost painful rhythm that kept them perfectly in synch, and it drove Takira mad.

Though the triplets were not identical, they shared a certain level of perfect symmetry that was hard for outsiders to grasp, all making up a piece of the ideal puzzle that made up their brotherhood. There was Kenji, mature and sometimes irritable, but underneath it all kinder and more vulnerable than he would ever admit; there was Ryokou, understanding and sweet, sometimes childlike in his innocence; and of course there was Takira, melodramatic and theatrical, an unstoppable force of nature. The three completed each other, and it was evident as they moved together, Takira and Kenji breaking apart to allow Ryokou into the kiss. Then it didn’t matter who was kissing who… it became a desperate mess of fervent kisses over lips and cheeks, hands grabbing blindly at each other. In the warm confines of Ryokou’s room, the three of them were safe from judging eyes and discovery, and the fact that they could do what they wanted made the moment all the more heated.

Takira moaned as he felt a hand slide slowly down his abdomen, fingertips tickling his skin lightly. It slipped between his legs and stroked the base of his shaft lightly, inducing a low, whimpering moan. Takira had always been the loudest when it came to their lovemaking, and this was evident now as he squirmed under his brother’s touch and allowed soft noises to escape his throat as the hand rubbed against him and then reached back to trace a finger lightly over his balls.

Opening his eyes, Takira saw Kenji’s dark ones staring into them as he continued to touch him with a exasperating slowness that made his breath catch and his hands tremble. His triplet kissed him soft and slow as he slid his other hand up to cup his cheek.

“Taki…” he whispered, his voice shaky from the heat of the passion. And for the moment, Takira wondered if Kenji knew that he was in love with him. Of course, he loved sex with his brothers… it was the ultimate bonding experience for him. But there was so much more to it than that.

Even before the sex had began, back in the years when Kenji and Ryokou had been the only ones that were close and Kenji had repeatedly ignored Takira and pushed him away, the feelings had been impossible to fight. They were magnified now as he looked into those dark eyes, trying to ignore the illusion that his heart was going to burst. He guided Kenji’s lips down to his own and kissed him deeply, nipping at his lips. Kenji responded hungrily, and they kissed so intensely that Takira could taste his own peppermint chapstick on his brother’s tongue.

“Kenken, Taki-chan… I have an idea,” came a soothing voice. Takira hadn’t noticed until now that Ryokou had moved away from them (and honestly felt a bit bad about it), but now he appeared behind Kenji, a bit of rare deviousness glittering in his pale pink eyes. He was holding something in his hand, and Takira wondered momentarily what it was before suddenly Ryokou leaned forward and placed its nozzle against Takira’s chest.

A stream of fluffy white whipped cream darted out across Takira’s skin, and he looked up at Ryokou in surprise. The youngest triplet gave Takira a smile that was so sultry and alluring he got lost in it. He was not used to finding the sweetest triplet so sexy, and the effect was amplified even further as Ryokou leaned down and licked at the topping that lay across Takira’s skin, skimming his tongue across the flesh and sucking to relieve the skin of the last of its whiteness. His tongue was soft and quick, and Takira groaned as the other blonde sat back and smiled at him, whiteness lining his pink lips.

“Mmmm…” Takira whimpered as Ryokou sprayed more of the sweet white substance across his skin, on his chest and down his abdomen, finally between his legs. Kenji moved his hand to allow Ryokou to spray the cream across Takira’s swollen penis, his inner thighs and hip bones. He moved the can up to Takira’s neck, spraying it there, and in neat lines across the steep ridges of his collarbones.

“You’re all dirty, Takira…” Kenji said in a dark sultry voice, causing Takira to shiver. “I guess we’re going to have to clean you up, aren’t we?”

“Y-yes, please…” Takira whimpered, his pale green eyes locking with Kenji’s brown ones and then Ryokou’s pink ones, pleading. Both of his triplets stared down at him with surprisingly predatory glances, ones that sent more impossible, burning heat to his groin. Ryokou bent down to go to work on his collarbones, licking and sucking slow trails across his skin and flicking his small, quick tongue out across the flesh to lift the cream from Takira’s body. He traveled lower, finding his nipple beneath the cream and sucking it with a slow passion that kindled fire in Takira’s lower half.

Meanwhile, Kenji was sucking fiercely at Takira’s hip bones, biting delicately at the flesh and working diligently to clean every bit of skin. He bit and sucked and licked with such intensity that the skin became pink under his ministrations, contrasting with the whiteness of the whipped topping… like strawberries and cream.

Takira squirmed under the touch of his brothers’ lips and tongues, feeling his heart fluttering and his breath coming out in sharp gasps. Ryokou’s tongue skittered over his neck as Kenji’s lapped at his inner thigh, and he nearly screamed, so heavy was the lust that clouded his very vision. He writhed on his back against Ryokou’s soft Hello Kitty blankets, sure he could take much more. And then, there it was… the hot, velvety cavern of Kenji’s mouth closed around his member. Against the soft blankets his back arched out of control, the feeling of Kenji’s tongue flicking across his weeping slit too much to bear. He licked circles around Takira’s shaft and across his head. Takira whimpered.

“Keni-chan…” he moaned softly, arching his back again and clutching handfuls of the pink blanket he lay on top of. He was thrashing now, small garbled moans tearing from his throat with absolutely no way to hold them back. Kenji began sucking intensely, and that, coupled with the sensation if Ryokou doing the same to his nipples, was far too much. Takira practically screamed, thrashing his legs wildly around Kenji. He could feel himself on the red hot brink of an orgasm. “That’s enough!”

His brothers pulled back simultaneously. Both had whipped cream on their smooth lips, and they were flushed and beautiful with arousal. Takira smiled at the two people who knew him better than anyone else in the world and sat up on his elbows.

“Can we make love now?” he asked, blushing slightly as he always did at the implications of these words. “I don’t know if I can wait much longer…”

Kenji gave him a soft smile, reaching down to pull him up into a sitting position with the tender touch he always used with his brothers. He nodded gently and leaned over to kiss Takira’s lips. “Of course.”

“Why did you wait so long to ask?” Ryokou asked innocently, his childlike smile growing. He moved closer to his brother and pulled him into his arms, kissing him deeply and softly as Kenji moved to the edge of the bed to pull out the small bottle of lube. “Are we using strawberry flavor this time?” Ryokou asked, lifting his head and looking excited.

“Ryo-chan, you’re so silly,” Takira said, dissolving into a fit of giggles that stopped abruptly as he felt Kenji’s fingertip at his entrance, poking delicately at the soft flesh. He gasped and steeled himself as the finger poked inside, moving deftly around. Ryokou looked at him expectantly and spread his pale, slender legs wide. Trying not to be crippled by the sudden rise in his arousal brought on both by Kenji now scissoring his fingers inside of him and by the suggestiveness of Ryokou’s movement, he moved his own hand to Ryokou’s entrance, stroking lightly at the entrance with his index finger before pushing inside.

Ryokou moaned far more loudly and provocatively than would be expected from his appearance and pushed against Takira’s hand. At the same time, Kenji added a third finger inside of Takira, and the blonde growled slightly and concentrated on keeping his breathing level, adding another finger inside of Ryokou. The sensations that Kenji’s fingers caused inside of him were almost enough to make his mind go completely blank, but he concentrated on moving his fingers gently inside of Ryokou until he could feel the muscles relaxing.

Lowering himself down over Ryokou as he removed his fingers, Takira took several deep breaths and reached for the lube that lay beside them. Ryokou took the tube from him and squeezed some into his hand. The strawberry scented gel was a shade of violent pink, but this detail flew from Takira’s mind as Ryokou reached out and began to smooth it over his penis, taking special care to stroke it over his head liberally.

Ryokou began teasing then, although the lube was already spread well over his brother’s organ. He liked to tease him, though it was not malicious when he did it. He ghosted his slicked fingers over the engorged flesh, tearing tiny whimpers from Takira’s throat. As he rubbed his fingertips repeatedly over Takira’s head, the sounds coming from him grew louder and louder, fueling his own arousal. Takira was squirming now, and Ryokou smiled as he was pushed down onto the soft cushion of blankets. Takira was breathing heavily now, his eyes locked with Ryokou’s. Ryokou could see their other brother behind Takira, his fingers still exploring him from the inside.

“It’s not nice to tease…” Takira said softly, his voice shaking a bit as he spread Ryokou’s legs more and lowered himself. “Am I going to have to punish you?”

Ryokou nodded breathlessly, bracing himself as his brother’s head brushed against his entrance. He shivered slightly in the still moment before Takira moved, his chest rising and falling rapidly with his increasingly frenzied breathing. His triplet entered him with a slowness that was agonizing, and as he felt the large organ slide in, slick with the bright pink lubrication, he gave a long, slow moan. The swollen, throbbing flesh was warm inside of him, and he tried to keep himself from thrusting against it as he waited for his body to adjust to the sudden intrusion.

After a moment of waiting, he finally felt his brother thrust experimentally into him, and he gasped and reached up to wrap his legs around him, whimpering as Takira began to gain rhythm and thrust deeper. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he moved above Ryokou. Ryokou’s pale pink eyes locked with Takira’s green ones, and he was breathless, his body bombarded by the sensation of being thrust into with wild abandon. It was a completely blissful sensation, tearing his whole body apart in a world of lust. He reached down, wrapping a hand around his own erection as he began to stroke it in time to Takira’s thrusts.

Behind them, Kenji slowly drew his fingers out of Takira and took several deep breaths. He was aroused beyond all reason at the sight of his brothers’ frenzied lovemaking, and he reached quickly for the lube that Ryokou had dropped. He squeezed liberal amounts into his palm and then slowly began to massage it onto his shaft, keeping his breathing measured and his eyes half-closed, his body trembling with anticipation. He stroked the bright pink liquid across the torrid flesh and then dropped the tube of it, leaning forward and positioning himself behind Takira. He pressed lightly against Takira’s hole to warn him that he was coming in and then slowly slid home, the slickly lubricated flesh gliding into Takira’s body with little resistance.

Takira froze (drawing a mewl of protest from Ryokou) and a low moan burst forth. Instantly he thrust back against Kenji, and the dark-haired triplet’s eyes widened. The hot tightness of his brother’s passage was almost too much to bear, and he began to move breathlessly, thrusting in and out of Takira’s body, struggling to find the perfect rhythm so he could match their thrusts.

Successful in matching he and Takira‘s movements, and content with the perfect rhythm between the three bodies, Kenji changed the angle of the penetration slightly. Takira moaned wantonly and Kenji smiled, thrusting a bit deeper into him. The heat and tightness were enough that he hand to put his hands on Takira’s hips to hold himself upright as he moved, his arousal heated by Takira’s low groans.

Takira gasped and moaned loudly, unable to keep himself quiet. The dual sensations of Kenji inside him, slamming into him at just the right angle, and the warm tension inside of Ryokou were just too much to bear. He alternated between pushing deep into Ryokou and shoving back against Kenji to get more of him inside, lost in the sweet, sweet torture of their threesome. The heat was rising, and he swore the three of them were about to be consumed by a delicious, sinful fire. His entire body trembled with the enormity of the dual pleasures and his mind was blank of all but the sensations ravaging his body.

He moved faster, and felt Kenji follow suit. Slamming deeper into Ryokou for the sheer pleasure of hearing his desperate mews, he gave a low sigh of contentment. Kenji’s low groans came from behind him, and Ryokou’s soft whimpers from in front. Suspended happily in the blissful world that was all their own, he could barely breathe. This moment, this rhythm, and these feelings, were completely perfect. He could sense for a moment that this must be a three-way match made in heaven, a perfect balance that could not be broken.

Ryokou came just then, a soft moan coming from his throat and he reached up to dig his nails into Takira’s shoulders, rocking against him and whimpering repeatedly. His semen came in a warm arc against Takira’s stomach, and Ryokou’s inner muscles tighted around Takira’s member. It was more than he could bear and he lose control, slamming into him a few more times and then freezing as the orgasm rocked his body and melted his tension. He poured himself into Ryokou’s tightness, gasping and panting as he held onto the final brief moments of pleasure. Kenji followed moments later, spasming against Takira and spilling his hot fluid into Takira’s body. He could feel it rush in, a by now familiar sensation that never failed to make him shiver, and in that brief moment the bliss came to a final end.

The three collapsed in a sweaty heap, all struggling to catch their breath as they wiggled their way into each other’s arms. The warm sunlight fell across their bodies, keeping the warmth of the afterglow with them long after it faded and their sweat began to cool.

“That was wonderful,” Takira whispered, still slightly in awe. He lay between his two brothers and they both kissed one of his cheeks. Ryokou nuzzled his head under his chin and Kenji came to rest with his cheek against Takira’s cheek.

“It really was,” he whispered softly into his ear. And in the quiet of the afternoon the three lay together, nestled in each other’s arms in their tiny, perfect world on those soft blankets. Filled with the peace of the moment they drifted off to sleep, still covered with traces of stickiness of strawberries and cream.